Letras
He made pilgrimage to these cursed lands
With sword and painted shield in hand
A personal sun he seeks to claim
The radiance of a heliacal father's flame
He would commend his soul to the fire
To perpetuate the age of sunlight
From the cinders of the Kiln, he stokes the pyre
Immolation is the dream of this knight
He is friend to the wayward phantoms
His sigil of gold, a brilliant bastion
Seeking out the fading lord
Smouldering in a forsaken, ashen core
And so it was that he ventured into the fiery ruins borne of the witch's folly
Afflicted by the curse of hollowing thought
The blazing depths did teem with demonic foes owing genesis to the false flame
Beneath the helm, humanity continually rots
The sun-sworn knight pierces through the inferno, impelled by the promise of everlasting radiance
Treading ancient scoria beneath thy feet
His glare illuminates the forgotten halls; no shadow subsists in the warrior's wake
Beware the subterranean solar deceit
Magnificence or madness awaits this knight
The fire linked, or the darkness down below
He fights to preserve the bleary ember's light
To repel the Abyss unleashed so long ago
A sacrifice unto the primal fire